#little gestures

[dannissunnyday]

Name your favorite non sexual experience with someone you were extremely attracted to sexually?

I mean in a relationship there are tons of beautiful experiences like that, so I'll go with another memory.

We've been both at a party and I was talking to someone. Out of nowhere I felt how he took my hand in his behind my back and that little butterflies were making zooomies.

[always-coffee]

Show Me Your Fucking Heart

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The other day, I wrote this:

Life’s short.

We are all often aching in one way or another.

Send the text. Share the photo. Make a gesture.

Love without hesitation or reservation or regret. Care without holding back.

Pet a dog. Walk barefoot through grass. Make a date. Take a chance. Kiss someone who thinks you hung the moon.

I believe this, 100%.

Showing care is, in my estimation, easy. Give someone a (sincere) compliment. (“I love that color shirt on you!” “You look pretty/handsome!” “I love your brain.”) I have never given an insincere compliment in my life, and I give them all the time. I am unfailingly, sometimes ridiculously, sincere.

Let someone know you’re thinking of them. How? Take two seconds and text them. “Thinking of you — hope your day is good.” Share a silly selfie or a pet photo or a meme! These little things can turn any day around, truly.

Call them. I’m weirdly less good at initiating phone calls, but if you call me and I care, I will pick up the phone. (Have I told you to call me at any point? Congrats, I care.) On tiring drives, I will sit on the phone with a friend, either listening or nattering away. If you need me, I’m there.

Send snail mail! Send a surprise prezzie!

Whenever I get a text from someone I care about, I smile. I know this makes me a dork, but I’m okay with that. I love being thought of. It’s easy to forget, sometimes, that we matter. Or how much. Or to who. These little things are bright constellations, small joys, life rafts.

For me, too, making solid plans is the antidote to a particular heartbreak. When someone is the opposite of reliable, it can make you feel small. There were things in the past that I tolerated and no longer do. But those things left a mark, too. We all have sensitive spots, things that ache when the world shifts a little sideways, like a bad knee in the rain. For me, it’s a solid yes or nothing. I’m exuberant and never go after anything or anyone I don’t fully want. Life’s too short for tepid, and I’ve got better ways to spend my time.

The reverse is also true. Give me a sincere yes and plans. This is the roadmap to my heart. It’s not a difficult path to follow, if you’re paying attention. And chances are, I’ll try to show you, even if I’m shy about it. I appreciate sincerity and certainty. No halfway, no half-measures. Forget the pretty and the polite. Show me your guts, the messy bits, the honest things. And if you say something, mean it—with more than just your mouth.

Little gestures matter. Show up for the people who show up for you. Don’t worry if it’s too much or silly or anything like that. Follow your damn heart, and the rest will sort itself out.

Did you miss my new poem at The Deadlands? You’re in luck. You can read it here: https://thedeadlands.com/issue-35/the-high-priestess/.

[always-coffee]

The Little Things

A while back, I wrote this on Bluesky:

I’m not sure there’s a word for when your heart does that little internal happy dance, and for half a minute at least, you can feel joy like music in your bones.

But.

And yes. That feeling really is a rush of pure delight. And the littlest things can cause that lit-up sensation: getting a message from someone, seeing their face pop up somewhere, hearing the word yes. (I’ve felt that way, recently, and it has put such a smile on my face. A warm grin.)

I love the word yes. I love that it feels like possibilities, an open door, an extended hand. I love the curiosity that can be found in it, too.

Since Valentine’s Day is a couple of days away, and here is my wish for you:

May you know you are loved, just as you are in this moment (flaws and all, mess and all, bad habits and all). May you be shown your own beauty by someone else when you cannot see it (we all need a mirror sometimes). Beyond what you do or can do for someone else, know that you are adored for the person you are (who someone is as a person weighs far more than anything else – the measure of a heart, a soul, whatever you call it).

And may you find yourself delightfully surprised in some brilliant way. May you find your heart doing that little internal happy dance.

[youmustbestrongernow]

Do you celebrate things like anniversaries, valentine's Day? 💗

Oh yes definitely, I'm probably that annoying person that celebrates every little anniversary. But I totally do, I keep a journal so I remember every important date. Valentine's day not so much, I don't care for it, but the personal anniversaries, yeah I'm all for that. I'm pretty damn sentimental really <3.

[anglerfishanglerfish]

I haven’t slow-danced in years. Over a decade, I think, since someone led my body in a mutual sway on a dance floor. I daydream about it, though. It makes listening to music hard because of how strongly my heart yearns for that kind of touch.

I would never count myself among the graceful. But moving to music brings a peace I cannot manufacture otherwise. And to do so with someone’s arms around me? It sounds like heaven.

To dance in a quiet kitchen before bed? Heaven.

To twirl briefly together in the middle of checking the mail? Lovely.

Just suddenly finding hands and fingers intertwined, the gravity of need pulling us together, chests touching, cheeks brushing, hips swaying in time. It’s a need.

I want to feel the air as it moves through your body, the inhales and exhales to-ing and fro-ing your chest against mine. I want to feel the warmth of your skin on cool nights. Let me smell your scent like it’s the only air I breathe: your hair, your skin, your lips.

It isn’t even about passion and the heat of lust; it’s the intimacy, the connection. The closeness. Wanting to make the world spin around *us* for once.

One day. One day we can have this. If not, I’ll just keep holding on to hope just in case.

[redzhis]

Making a difference.....

Making a difference…..

This is a true story written by Kent Nerbur and copied from Mark Hewer Music…..

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

‘I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail,…

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Romance Does Exist Still

Romance Does Exist Still

I guess with it being a month after an picture perfect birthday I should express my appreciation.

Every girl dreams of it; the guy who goes above and beyond. The epitome of what we define as romantic, an unexpected perfectly time surprise. For me personally, I don’t need you to shower me in material things (obviously it’s nice) but the gesture and your action shows me more than the goods. Making…

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